| Now this is a story all about how
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| My life got flipped turned upside down
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| And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there
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| I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
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| In West Philadelphia, born and raised
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| On the playground is where I spent most of my days
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| Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
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| And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
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| When a couple of guys who were up to no good
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| Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
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| I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
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| And said «You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air»
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| I begged and pleaded with her day after day
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| But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
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| She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
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| I put my Walkman on and said «I might as well kick it»
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| First class, yo, this is bad
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| Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
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| Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like?
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| Hmmm, this might be all right
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| But wait, I hear they’re prissy, bourgeois, and all that
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| Is this the type of place that they just sent this cool cat?
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| I don’t think so, I’ll see when I get there
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| I hope they’re prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air
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| Well, uh, the plane landed and when I came out
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| There was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out
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| I ain’t tryin' to get arrested yet, I just got here
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| I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
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| I whistled for a cab and when it came near
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| The license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror
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| If anything I could say that this cab was rare
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| But I thought «Nah, forget it, yo holmes, to Bel-Air!»
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| I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
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| And I yelled to the cabbie «Yo holmes, smell ya later»
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| Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
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| To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air |